Amyntas led me to a grove

    Where all the trees did shade us;

The sun it self, though it had strove,

    It could not have betrayed us:

The place secured from human eyes,

    No other fear allows,

But when the winds that gently rise,

    Does kiss the yielding boughs.

Down there we sat upon the moss,

    And did begin to play [10]

A thousand amorous tricks, to pass

    The heat of all the day.

A many kisses he did give;

    And I returned the same

Which made me willing to receive

    That which I dare not name.